The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-02-22
A Gang of Real Anarchists.
New York Letter.

New York Letter. 'f
went the other day to see gang of
zeal anarchists. They were plotting,
as usual, in Adolf Schlag's beer saloon
over on the east side. 1t was here
that the Kohut re.bugs, now in state
prison, were accustomed to meet and
discuss their schemes. It's general ap-
pearance does not differ from hum
dreds OF its class. The tables are ar
ranged along the room, and at some
hours are occupied by men slipping
their beer and all talking at once. II
you are stranger you may take q
seat within foot OF table full OF So
cialists, and not one of them will pay
the least heed to your presence, but
all will continue the discussion OF the
Chicago case, or anything else, with
out the least reserve or restraint.
Schlag, O. short, mild hammered mao
with prodigious moustache, will
come from behind the counter to wait
upon you, and after bringing beer, or
Rhine wine, will offer the newspapers
in English and German. The first
thing you observe is the number OF
pictures OF Henry George scattered
about the place. Behind the bar is
large imperial photograph OF
him; a cabinet picture stands be-
side one of Lucy Parsons an olg the
decanters, and campaign Autographs
OF the bald headed author adorn the
walls. Hanging at one side OF the room
is blackboard in picture frame,
and upon this some patrons with tai
emit for caricature display their &C.
complishments. A coach dog that has
been doing behind the stove jumps
up and invites a drink. He prefers
beer. But he won't drink fiat beer il he
knows it, and he shifts contemptuous-
ly at the pail of stale drippines. He
wants plenty OF froth, and when the
spigot is turned, and the drip enlven-
ed with little deceptive foam, he
makes away with quart easily and
ticks his lips approvingly. The occu-
pants of the table appear to he too
familiar with these oddities to bestow
more than casual notice upon them.
They drink their beer and gravely dis.
cuss all sorts OF schemes tor reforming
the world and abolishing the police
department. 1t was here at Schlag's
that Lucy Parsons, wife OF the Chica-
20 condemned anarchist. lived while
lecturing in this part OF the country.
Schlag accompanied her on her trips
once in while, and while waiting
for him to get ready she would come
down into the saloon and SIT by the
stove. She was treated with grave
respect and kindly sympathy, and
none intruIed upon her as she sat
there, wrapped in her own sad
thoughts, all unconscious OF those
around her. 1t was here that she re.
ceived a telegram from her husband,
saying that all the prisoners refused
mercy. Her eyes lighted up as che
rose to her feet and read the dispatch
to her friends. Good" she said
ave always told them to demand
justice, not mercy" and all present
nodded an emphatic approval. There
was nothing forced about the scene.
1t was quiet, natural and unconscious;
but when this dark.skinned woman,
worn and weary with her labors, h0l-
low-eyed and yet not unhandsome,
stood up amid the grim, bearded Ger
mans. and calmly approved her hus-
bands refusal to accept his life Mt
the price OF his beliefs and principles
mistaken though these might bet
was dramatic.